The last feng shui master

Chapter 163 Fake Taoist Priest
A thick gold chain hung around his neck, seven or eight gold rings on his hands, and a jadeite wrench on his thumb.

"This is my junior brother. His bones are amazing, and he has been handed down by his master. He is far better than me." Uncle Jianguo stood upright, and even when he praised me, he was very handsome. Like a reclusive Taoist priest.

The rich man let out a bah, and spat out the betel nuts in his mouth on the table: "Really? If I hear crying again, you're an asshole. Everyone keep one hand."

Uncle Jianguo sneered and said, "Our brothers and sisters will definitely get things done together. But the price may be a bit more expensive."

Seeing Uncle Jianguo's look of contempt, the rich man patted his chest: "I'm so poor that I only have money left."

I was deeply stung by this sentence, what does it mean to be so poor that only money is left, it is a living show of wealth.

Damn, if things are done, if I don't hit you hard, I'm not a good guy.

I coughed twice: "We cultivators help the world, money is actually easy to talk about. After the work is done, you can pay it. We don't think too much. Your father knows your mind, and he must know your mind."

I turned around and asked Uncle Jianguo to take me to the repaired dojo. Xiaojian followed me, wagging his tail, and raised his foot to pee again.

I yelled: "Wait. It's still useful. Brother, get something to pick it up. Quick."

The rich man looked at the black dog's actions, and said in confusion, that thing still needs to be picked up!
I couldn't bear curiosity and gave an iron basin.Soon, Xiaojian raised his foot and hit the basin with a thumping sound.

"This dog was opened by the celestial master of Longhu Mountain. The piss is the killer of all ghosts. If you take some with you, you can go to the grave to dance at night." Uncle Jianguo said seriously, "If Ordinary people drink it, and it can also invigorate the kidney qi."

The rich man touched his waist and asked, "Really?"

I put the liquid in the small basin into a small jar: "Brother, the secret of heaven must not be revealed. Why did you tell me about it?"

Uncle Jianguo hurriedly said haha, and took me to the dojo that was set up on the second floor.The big money did not keep up.When I went upstairs, I asked, boss, won't you follow me?
The local rich man shook his head and said that you can just go up, I still have things to deal with.

When I reached the second floor, I felt more and more weird about the room.

It gave me a bad feeling, even more than when I was in the five-story old building. Although there were no scary eyes following me, there was still a sinister wind blowing from behind.

I broke out in sweat: "This room is a bit weird, I'm afraid it's a haunted house."

Uncle Jianguo glanced around and said, "Don't lie to me, why don't we throw away a hand and go over to the local rich man and say, I'm sorry, did I lie to you!"

Uncle Jianguo told me that in several coal mines owned by this local tycoon, people died all year round, and he was a ruthless person.

I sighed, I had no choice but to see what happened.

In a room on the second floor, there is a table covered with a yellow cloth, and the spiritual seat is placed in the middle. On it is written: "So the spiritual seat of Mr. Xiagong Gengtian..." is written in small characters: Erjin Rongli.

The table was filled with chickens, ducks, fish and various fruits, the incense burner was full of incense, and there were two paper figurines with red faces, and the fire barrel was full of ashes of paper ingots.

Next to the coffin is a photo frame with a width of [-] cm and a height of [-] cm. Inside the photo frame is a black and white photo. The man in it is wearing a melon cap, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at the world kindly. I looked at the photo frame. I don't think it's strange, a very good old man, otherwise, it wouldn't be this kind of smile.

The old man in the photo should be Xia Gengtian, and the rich man should be Xia Gengtian's son Xia Jinrong.

That melon skin hat looks like it has been worn for many years.

I smoked a cigarette, and looked at the room set up by the dojo again: "There is nothing weird in the room. Did you recite the scriptures wrong?"

Uncle Jianguo pointed to the scriptures on the table: "Once I met a Taoist priest, used a cigarette, and took his book to copy. There are a few words I don't know very well, and I may have skipped them."

Jump!Pass!up!
I gasped: "Can't you look it up in a dictionary if you don't know the words?"

Originally, this set is about people deceiving ghosts, and ghosts deceiving people. If you really meet a real ghost, standing next to you and looking at your scriptures, originally there are seven words in one sentence, but three words are different. If you only read four words, or if many ghosts come to listen together, you will laugh at him: "Gengtian, this Taoist priest cut corners in reading. Could it be that your son is reluctant to spend money and hired a fake Taoist priest?"

It is very possible that Xia Gengtian couldn't save face and went crazy and refused to leave.

"Banxian. Tell me which words you don't know. I'll help you transcribe, and then you can honestly read it thirteen times. It's a new thirteen times. See if you can let Mr. Gengtian thank you .” I took out the dictionary.

Uncle Jianguo walked over, closed the door, and said that if Xia Jinrong saw this kind of dictionary and word recognition, he would probably come in and cut his hand.

After closing the door, Uncle Jianguo came over on tiptoe.I wrote down the phonetic notation for the ones I could recognize, and asked Uncle Jianguo to look them up in a dictionary if I really didn’t know the rest.Marked the words on "Blood Lake Section", and after more than two hours of busy work, it was dark.

Someone knocked on the door and came in to deliver food. Uncle Jianguo grabbed the dictionary and threw it into the fire to burn.

Dozens of dollars!half fairy.

"Our elder brother said it. We still heard crying tonight, so we don't need the two of you. It's done, go down and drink." Uncle Jianguo opened the door, and the man in sunglasses sneezed after he finished speaking.

Maybe it's a cold.

I only saw two buckets of soaked Laotan sauerkraut noodles at the door.

"Damn it. We are a dignified group of Huoju Taoist priests, but they don't respect us so much. After working for a long time, each person has a bucket of noodles." Uncle Jianguo complained, and brought in the noodles.

I checked the time, and it was about six o'clock. I opened the curtains, and it was already dark outside: "Don't scold, let's read the correct thirteenth chapter quickly after we are full, otherwise, if Mr. Gengtian really ran out, I don't care about you."

After eating two mouthfuls of Laotan sauerkraut noodles, I finally felt a little awkward. Back then, the wrinkled old lady was spitting up old phlegm. Forget it, I don’t want to eat it. I’ll read "Blood Lake Section" first.

When he walked to the table, he suddenly saw the eyeballs in Xia Gengtian's eyes in the black and white photo.

turning.

Sometimes left, sometimes right...

It stands to reason that it is normal for people to move their eyes.But if the eyes of the person in the photo roll, that's abnormal.

And it still turns left and right from time to time, and even cross-eyed, which really makes me unable to bear it.If he wasn't making fun of me, he was making fun of himself.

I've never seen a photo of a person move in my entire life.

If you have a black and white photo of the deceased old man, you might as well take a look and see if the eyeballs can move. If you can, please let me know.

I quickly shouted: "Half Immortal. Come and take a look. The eyeballs of the people in the photo are rolling."

Uncle Jianguo put the bucket aside, stepped forward and stared at the melon skin hat in the photo, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see why: "No. Are you dazzled? The eyeballs didn't move."

I stared at Xia Gengtian in the photo, as if he hadn't moved again.

Grass, I met an old ghost.

Old ghosts are often difficult to deal with.

"Read it quickly." I thought that Xia Gengtian might be getting impatient, and rolled his eyes to give me a warning.

Uncle Jianguo scolded me a few times. It's not like I haven't seen a ghost before. I was so frightened to death when I rolled my eyes.

I laughed, threw the gold ingot on the side into the fire barrel, picked up the jade ruler, and stuck it on my waist. If Xia Gengtian came, I would not be too polite. The jade ruler is still very easy to deal with the blinking Xia Gengtian.

Besides, I also want to give it a try, how far I have studied "Integration" recently.

Uncle Jianguo put on his hat, unfolded Sanqing's portrait, and began to sing.The voice of Uncle Jianguo chanting is really unpleasant, it is not smooth at all, it keeps stopping, it is unbearable, if I am Xia Gengtian listening to Uncle Jianguo's chanting, I will probably also get hairy.

I listened hard and looked at the person in the photo frame, but fortunately he didn't move.Xiaojian lay on the ground, and also played a cross-eyed game of looking from left to right, probably learning from Xia Gengtian in the mirror frame.

Uncle Jianguo drank some water in the middle, and recited to the thirteenth level.

Putting your palms together, you said to the photo frame and the spiritual tablet: "Master, I have done it again for you sincerely. You should take a good rest. I will charge less money later. I am here to help the world and save the people, not for money."

I looked at Uncle Jianguo's respectful expression, and felt amused in my heart. I was too involved in the drama, and I regarded myself as a real Taoist priest.

Xia Jinrong brought people over: "It's all done." He stepped forward to burn incense on Xia Gengtian, and looked around for a while, showing a look of fear.

Uncle Jianguo said: "My junior brother is here, and the matter has been settled. Mr. Xia wanted to buy more because he didn't have enough money in the underground. After burning some, he was safe. You know, birthday greetings, juniors The red envelope should be thicker."

Xia Jinrong paced back and forth, looking around with both eyes, nodded and said: "Okay. Yes, the work is good. Go down and eat, eating instant noodles is hard for you."

I followed Uncle Jianguo to the dining table, and Uncle Jianguo specially arranged a place for the little bitch, and gave the little bitch the biggest chicken leg.

Xia Jinrong opened two bottles of good Sigong wine, poured them for us, and took Uncle Jianguo to drink.

The two talked one after another.Xia Jinrong looked at Uncle Jianguo's actions and asked curiously, "Why is this dog treated better than you guys? Isn't it just a native dog?"

Uncle Jianguo said: "It's not an ordinary dog. It's a consecrated dog. The dog's eyes can break yin and yang. It was in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. By the way, you know it during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty?" Xia Jinrong nodded quickly: "Yes. I know. It was at that time that Emperor Qianlong made seven voyages to the south of the Yangtze River."

Uncle Jianguo gave a thumbs up: "Boss Xia is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable. At that time, there was a Taoist priest named Wang Mazi, who was always bullied by various ghosts. Later, by chance, he ran into a consecrated dog's eye, and since then Being able to break yin and yang has achieved a generation of famous Taoist priests, who have been praised by future generations and professors. Up to now, Taoist priest Wang Mazi’s reputation of punishing good and promoting evil is still spread among the people.”

Xia Jinrong was fascinated by what he heard, nodded and said, "I remember a dish called Mapo Tofu. What does it have to do with this Wang Mazi?" Uncle Jianguo picked up two pieces of kidney flowers and chewed them vigorously in his mouth: "What did you say? Mapo tofu. It was invented by the wife of Taoist Mazi."

I listened to the conversation between the two, and endured the embarrassment to speak out.

Emperor Qianlong during the ten thousand years of the Ming Dynasty.Mapo Tofu and Wang Mazi are husband and wife.Uncle Jianguo picked up a chicken leg and threw it into my bowl: "You can't stop your mouth if you eat it."

This Xia Jinrong has rich experience and some means. The coal mines in his hands are full of money every day. Within two days of driving the Cayenne, it was borrowed by a bureau chief to drive it for fun.

(End of this chapter)